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EOBIN HOODS DELIGHT. |
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" Then, come draw your swords, |
you bold |
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outlaws,
No longer stand to prate, But let us try it out with blows,
For cowards we do hate.
" Here is one of us for Will Scarlock,
And another for Little John, so
And I myself for Eobin Hood, Because he is stout and strong."
So they fell to it hard and sore,
It was on a Midsummers day ; From eight of the clock till two and past, m
They all shewed gallant play.
There Eobin, and "Will, and Little John,
They fought most manfully, Till all their winde was spent and gone,
Then Eobin aloud did cry : <so
" O hold, 0 hold," cries bold Eobin,
" I see you be stout men ; Let me blow one blast on my bugle horn,
Then He fight with you again."
" That bargain's to make, bold Eobin Hood, 65
Therefore we it deny ; Thy blast upon the bugle horn
Cannot make us fight or fly. |
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